And so, things went. Tokyo eventually evolved into a Sylveon like his sister. But Benjiro was beginning to die.

As he lay on his deathbed, the two sat beside him, unable to do anything for him now. The children were aggrieved, for now they were to prematurely lose another parent. Tokyo sobbed, laying his head on his father's chest, but Beijing hung back, trying to distance herself already.

Benjiro - B-Bei...jing... won't you come and see me here...?

Beijing turned away, a small growl in her throat that startled Tokyo. Benjiro sighed, and then...

His lungs never filled again.

Tokyo lifted his head, certain that this could not be it, certain his father had not chosen now to die. He shook him by the shoulders.

Tokyo - P-please father!! Please, wake up! You have to stay awake!!

Beijing - Don't you see? He hates us. He wanted to get out of this stupid life and away from us as soon as he could, so he could go and join his wifey. He never asked for us, we killed the one he really loved, remember?

Tokyo - Beijing... our father...

Beijing looked down, anger still clouding her vision... and then she broke down, realising that she had not even said anything in the short time allotted to her with him.

Beijing - I... I wasted it... I wasted my time... I can't believe... I'll have this over my head for the rest of my life...

She looked into the kitchen, and padded to the knife drawer, taking a blade out and studying it carefully. Tokyo saw her, and ran up to her.

Tokyo - Beijing... no...

Beijing - If my loved ones are all gonna die...

Tokyo - D-don't you love me?

She looked up at him, and trembled, and dropped the knife.

Beijing - Of course I love you, Tokyo.

She embraced him tightly, squeezing him.

Beijing - But I want nothing to do with any other Pokemon. It'll be just me and you. And I'm the boss.

Tokyo - Sounds good to me...

And so, the two siblings ran into the forest, and became wild creatures.